He Is Warmer Than Time

Song Ran was dressed in plain clothes, more beautiful than Jiang Feng, and more pitiful, wearing a flowerpot bottom, walking in the pavilion, and when he appeared on stage, Director Li seemed to have taken a reassurance.

This girl, the typhoon is steady, so don't worry.

There was a slight commotion among the audience at the bottom. Those from the troupe, especially those in the first few rows, were all old audiences. They were all used to watching Jiang Feng, so they suddenly changed the protagonist. Can you have any comments?

There was a noise from below, "Refund, refund, this is not a fool..."

‘That’s right, we are going to see Jiang Feng, who is this girl? ’

‘The advertisement outside your art troupe is also Jiang Feng, but we come in and let us look at the girl who doesn’t know where she is. ’

The eyes of Yao Xifeng sitting in the second row suddenly lit up, this... isn't this Song Ran? Did she perform on stage?

Director Li's heart touched her throat. She was not afraid of anything else, she was afraid that this girl had a bad psychological quality and would be affected by these people.

On the stand, it was obvious that Song Ran was unaffected. He had stepped on the stool, and with a wave of his hand, hung the three-foot white silk on the beams of the room, and then looked towards the auditorium...

At this moment, the two lines of tears slowly flowed from the eyes... the sound of music, the whole atmosphere suddenly became extremely sad, and the audience in the front row who wanted to make trouble suddenly fell silent...

Her sadness is too contagious, and a pair of sad eyes can make people instantly feel the desolation and despair of Leng Gong abandoned concubine.

Director Li clenched his fists tightly and kept his eyes fixed on Song Ran. He glanced at the auditorium from time to time, and shouted in his heart: girl, you have to give me strength, you must do it, if today’s first show is completed, It will be able to seamlessly handover with Jiang Feng.

If it's smashed... it will be even more difficult if you want to get ahead in the future.

Yao Xifeng was completely immersed in it, and his eyes became more and more infatuated. Apart from Song Ran, no one in the world could move him so much.

Song Ran tied the knot of Bai Ling, and then choked with sobs: "In Chengde for three years, I entered the palace, and now in Chengde for sixteen years, I have not seen the saint for 13 years. So, it is better to leave the earthly world and go to the nine springs. Be humiliated again."

After speaking, she hung Bai Ling around her neck, and then kicked off the stool under her feet without hesitation.

Yao Xifeng was so scared that he stood up, and was yelled by the people behind him: "I blocked others from watching the show, what are you doing?"

He quickly sat down.

Director Li on the side of the stage was shocked: "What is this dead girl doing? She just hangs herself, why is she really hanging?"

The army is nervous: "Should I go up?"

Director Li waved his hand, and the little maid on the stage rushed over and hugged her leg, crying: "Niang Niang, Niang Niang..."

As she said, she lifted her up with great effort, Song Ran pulled Bai Ling tightly, her hand showing her blue veins, she took pains to release herself from the circle, and then fell heavily with the little maid. On the ground...

Seeing it hurts, the army tuts next to Director Li: "Really crying, really hanging, really falling, this girl...very hard..."

Director Li's eyes were full of admiration, smiled, did not speak, and the person she liked was obviously not bad.

Yao Xifeng in the auditorium suddenly got up, and the cat walked out slowly with his waist. As soon as he went out, he casually dragged a staff member: "Where can I find flowers?"

"When the art troupe goes out and turn right, there is..."